The Letters...

Dear Nixie, Life’s just peachy …or is it?? Without wanting to sound too teachy and preachy I’m a damsel in distress but not so much in the way you might think….no kitchen sink or posy of pink, no fluttering wink or airy filled drink. Oh Ms Trix, please remember I have for sure opened a door to my womanly roar in the world of “Super Princess Peach…” or not? Oh sure there I was to save the day in a play for good in the hood bro, soooo all was not lost?? But s’up with that? Aight…. Il’a   tella you why I don’t fly to the tune of that game for this dame, she is offended and I aint here to surrender my ideals coz what I like is to feels the equality in the psychology of men and women working together foreva and EVER. So they went and stuck me in a game all about feelings…joy, gloom, rage and calm with a course so easy, breezy a Cover girl may as well designed the whole darn mess. Oh bless, the best is in us all…. Don’t get me wrong…the intelligence of the hearts smart I do rate for s

Dear Nix, I write relieved with received word of a new hope. The double trouble of my repressed yet to be undressed whole identity brings tenancy to the zealotry of a duel existence. A fear I carry, leaves unmarried two parts of a woman, double sided and divided in two…Oh what shall I do? What shall I do? I find myself landed here, sad-sack, smack wack in the middle, betwixt and between two worlds, hurled in diametrically apposed positions with conditions incongruous to a virtuous truth….struth! The Ying,-the yang, the cat-the dog, a Montague- A Capulet, a Jet- a Shark, the night -the dark, Mrs Mangle and the Robinsons ….that no medicine will cure, how to endure the suppressed, regressed state of being “such a girl” to the world and yet unfurled within the deepest depths of my legitimacy lies the unequivocally beautiful love of………of……of……gaming in all its flaming glory!!!! By day one way, by night another and so this has been the norm for me through time. My most sublime indulgenc